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Friday, 30 March 2012

I really don't think I could even compete in the tidy stakes, but what I do love is a gadget. I'm not sure how to use them all, but I'm certain most of the time that they come in pretty handy for something, sometime..if I could find them. I'll jump on the bandwagon the moment I see a new toy. I'll play with it for a while; create some masterpiece then lose it somewhere in the depths of the homestead.

At the moment my lifesaver has got to be the vacuum cleaner... and an air freshener! Vacuum up the dog hair, the bits of food, and the Lego blocks lying around...squirt the air freshener..then hey presto...smells as clean as a whistle....shame about the clothes lying all over the floor! Those, I just kick aside or hoover around them!

I've heard that having a de-clutter is the way to go! De-clutter? I need every last gadget I have!

So, my tips for a clean and sparkling homestead:

Don't wash the windows on a sunny day.

Iron when you're angry...I get through it really quick when I'm having a row in my head!

Dust? What dust? I don't have dust in my house...just a protective coating from the atmosphere!

Get your man to do the washing! They don't separate the whites from the colours...so a new wardrobe will be needed. No need to wash...just chuck it all in the bin to save him the effort.

Pay your children to clean...everything! The car, the windows (ok, maybe not the windows), the floor?

My latest gadget (bought yesterday) from Costco is a Philips Steam Iron. The other one (a Tefal Pro express) was fabulous, but finally gave up the ghost when I dropped it on the floor and all of the gubbings flew out! There was no way I was going to piece it together...so I bought a new one. Not cheap, but seems to do the job.

I also bought a Cuisinart Griddle and grill!

It's all nice and shiny and I know it will be useful as the plates are reversible...griddle one side and flat plate the other. They can be removed for easy cleaning....and get this...guaranteed for 5 years!!! Yes...that's right 5 years!!! I'd been using the Tepanyaki plate for doing the steaks and now the bloody thing has been scratched to buggery!

I know I've got an electric yoghurt maker somewhere...I'll have to get that out now! Oh get me, I've come over all domestic!

Friday, 23 March 2012

He's only, bleeding well done it again!! PeeWee...I mean. He's eaten his bed, yet again! You'd think that now he's grown (in dog years, I'm guessing he's about 10), he'd have come to terms with what he can and can't chew, but this is now getting ridiculous. I'm loathe to chuck all the beds out as poor old Chubba would have to sleep on the cold hard floors and the poor old boy has difficulty enough raising himself from the floor as it is. Poor old Chubba shouldn't have to suffer because Pee Wee is a sh*te!! He's chewed his plastic bed to buggery and his "bruva from anuva muva's" bed, but that's old news.

PeeWee's Bed

I'd hoped that he'd have gotten over it by now. It's not as if he doesn't get enough romps in the park...he does and if he doesn't he soon tells me all about it! Apart from taking his lovely gnashers out, I'm not sure there is a thing I can do about it. It's no use telling me to squirt him with a water pistol (my ma's advice), but I never catch him doing it. It's usually in the dead of night when I'm not looking. Chubba is my perfect boy. He lays at my feet wherever I am....I may suffer a broken leg or two when I forget he's there! Peewee on the other hand, weeps and wails. I can hear his moans from the office and it's always on his terms as his squeaks get louder the longer I leave him. It's only usually for a romp in the garden and the minute he steps out...he runs back in! He pokes he's head around the office door, and wails at me. He nudges my leg to get me moving when it's dinner time. Seriously, if this dog could speak, I'd be getting an earful every five minutes.

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Daisy phoned me the other day. She couldn't make our walk as her 22 year old son had been "beaten up" the night before and she had to take him to the dentist that morning. She didn't go into much detail at the time as she was in a hurry. The story came later.

Sam had visited a petrol station the night before. He and a couple of his friends had stopped off after a night out to get try and find something to eat. Outside, were two girls who had also stopped off to stock up on chocolate and the boys stayed and chatted while they ate their sandwiches. While they were chatting a car pulled into the forecourt and two young men got out.

"GET IN THE CAR!" the first male shouted at the girls.

The girls said no. They said no, because they didn't know the two men.

"GET IN THE EFFING CAR, YOU BITCHES !" he shouted again.

Further abuse followed. The boys had no idea what was going on. The men from the car were shouting and made to grab the girls; the boys were shouting at them to leave the girls alone and stood between them. The driver then punched Sam full on the face. Sam fell to the floor. Things became hazy from then on. As they kicked, he lay on the ground.

He told his mum that his thoughts were "I'm going to die. I'm going to die here in this petrol station".

During the fracas FOUR more cars pulled up and Sam saw feet pounding over to the scene. More feet joined in the stamping and kicking. Sam heard the police sirens...then nothing.

The police haven't caught the perpetrators. They have the number plates of the cars. No one has any idea what it was all about. The boys didn't know them, nor the girls. They didn't have local accents. Were they trying to kidnap the girls? What would have happened if the boys hadn't stayed to chat to them? Was it a gang initiation? Who knows? I pray they will catch them and I pray they will go away for a long time.

One of the boys suffered a broken nose; the other eye's were so swollen from the hits that his eye's closed up. Sam's face was sliced open, 9 teeth broken, teeth and bruising covering most of his body. He can hardly walk. The girls could not thank them enough

This is England in 2012. This shows the lawlessness of our youth; the lack of respect for human life; the ease in which violence is accepted.